#black girls blogging

[x0ab]

I thought you'd come find me.

If you haven't noticed, the titles of my posts normally have nothing to do with what I want to write about. No surprise there. But hey y'all, and when I say y'all, I mean the person who will accidentally come across this post and feel bored enough to read it. Well, thank you for reading this random blog post. I'm sending you well wishes for your wedding day. Anyways, I haven't written in a while. I feel like I write more when I'm unmediated. It's like the only place where I can be completely unhinged without feeling like people are judging me and making me feel some type of way about my unhinged ways. But this is Tumblr. I feel safe here. I feel at home here. Anyways, I've been doing something, and not good things, y'all. I'm not going to go into too much detail, but I haven't been a good girl. I went back to my whore ways, just for like a weekend. It was fun. I met some guys. I thought I met the man I was going to let marry me, but that didn't work out. He cut me off. Apparently, I was giving him too much of an attitude. Whatever that means. You know the vibe. You know who's back. Not really. He asked me to fly to London to fuck. I was in my whore bag. I wasn't about to give that up for a man to hide me in a hotel room for a weekend. Boy, if you don't get the fuck outta my face.Then he wouldn't even buy me a new Louis Vuitton bag.

Loser vibes.

[roseforviolet]

[livingisboring]

[ange1fawn]

Movies are the best distractions.

[dairyofateenagegirl]

black women as vampires

[cinnamongirlsdiary]

it’s so awkward :|

[sonny-angel-444-diva-cup]

[ultraviolencesaints]

I just wanna be perfect ೄྀ࿐

[afropearl]

style inspo

[ultrav1olenc4ever]

[misslizzygrant1111]

[x0ab]

FakeTaxi

Hi sluts, I'm back and I'm better. No, I'm not. I don't know why I like to start my posts like that—it’s just the first thing that comes into my head, and it triggers men into writing mode, I guess. I don't know why I do it, I just do.

I'm getting better at just writing, not expecting it to be good, but just doing it because it makes me feel good. Anyway, enough of the intro. Let's get into the juicy bits—I know that's why you're here, being the person who stumbles upon this post, and maybe you decide to follow and stay along for the ride. Who knows? I don’t really write too often, but when I do, it’s always a good little read, IMO. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I think I’m pretty good. I wish I could share it with more people and maybe turn it into something, but you never know.

Anyway, I haven’t been home for a while—about two weeks. That means I haven’t been having sex. Before I left the city, I didn’t think I would stay out of the city for so long. I didn’t think, honestly. I say that to say, in a roundabout way, I am very much ovulating, and for some reason, it feels like I could absolutely taste a man. Like, any man at this point. I don't think I’ve actually been this horny, and on my medication, in a very long time. TBH, I’m thinking about doing something very lustful, very horny, and I’m going to take it to my grave.

Well, not it, but who. I will take it to my GRAVEEEEEE. He is not a good person. Like, HE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. LIKE LOCK HIM UP, THROW AWAY THE FUCKING KEY. And if anyone ever asked me if I did, I would deny it. Not even the electric chair could make me admit to sleeping with him. But... I just MIGHT be open at midnight tonight...

[roseforviolet]

[toxxictrait]

fall is coming, btw

[444prilsbae]

somewhere between spiritual awakening and a master’s degree in cuntology

[black-girl-aesthetic]